A colossal entity unexpectedly joined the battlefield.
The First Urban Circle, Beijing University, openly extended an invitation to Xue Jing, hoping he would come to the First Urban Circle and become a special martial arts instructor at Jing University.
Things started to get complicated.
"Is that all?"
Xue Jing's tone remained unchanged as he asked Du Shiwei on the other end of the phone.
"...Little Jing, you have great skills and a great heart, but I, your teacher, can't handle it."
Seeing that he seemed unconcerned, Du Shiwei couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
"Everyday I receive more than a hundred calls, any of those callers could stomp in Qingcheng University and make the entire school tremble three times..."
"I'm old now, my heart isn't what it used to be, and it's not good to be constantly scared... Please give me a definite answer so I can reply to these immortals..."
In the midst of endless debates, Xue Jing's personal wishes were the most crucial key.
